Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.